Devils_work 💯

"I don't want your soul, Elias," the man said, his voice smooth as polished marble. "That’s a poet’s fiction. I want your work. I want the next ten years of your hands."

Elias looked down at his fingers. They were heavy, clumsy, and human once more. He grabbed a piece of paper and tried to draw the wooden bird he had promised his niece a decade ago. But he couldn't. He had forgotten how to see the curves. He had forgotten how to see the life. He was left in a perfect world, built by his own hands, where he no longer fit. Key Themes of the "Devil's Work" devils_work

"The Vision," the man replied. "You will see the world not as it is, but as it could be. Every stone will speak to you. Every beam will know its place. You will be the greatest builder this century has ever seen." Elias signed. "I don't want your soul, Elias," the man

On the eve of the tenth year, the man returned. He found Elias sitting in the center of his greatest achievement, a marble palace that was freezing despite the summer heat. "Ten years," the man whispered. "You’ve done well." I want the next ten years of your hands